Flicker Niall Horan

Title: Aradhya Synopsis: In a world overrun by darkness and negativity, where demons reign supreme, humanity teeters on the brink of despair. Amidst the chaos, in a small village shrouded in fear, a young boy named Arsh grapples with the harsh reality of his existence. Convinced that there is no hope for salvation from the demonic oppression, Arsh resigns himself to a life of fear and uncertainty. However, fate takes an unexpected turn when Arsh discovers a long-forgotten legend from fifty years past. In that bygone era, a mysterious figure known only as the "Protector" rose to challenge the demons, wielding unimaginable power in a bid to free humanity from their clutches. Yet, after a fierce battle, the Protector vanished without a trace, leaving behind only whispers and legends. Driven by newfound determination and a flicker of hope, Arsh embarks on a perilous journey to uncover the truth behind the legend of the Protector. Along the way, he encounters allies and adversaries alike, each with their own motivations and secrets. As Arsh delves deeper into the mysteries of the past, he unravels a tale of sacrifice, betrayal, and redemption, discovering that the line between hero and villain is not always as clear-cut as it seems. With each step bringing him closer to the truth, Arsh must confront his own doubts and fears, facing challenges that test not only his strength but also his faith in humanity. As the forces of darkness close in around him, Arsh must ultimately decide whether to embrace the legacy of the Protector or succumb to the darkness that threatens to consume them all. Aradhya is a thrilling tale of courage, friendship, and the power of hope in the face of adversity. Set against a backdrop of darkness and despair, it is a story of ordinary individuals rising to become heroes in the battle for the soul of humanity.

As the final dragon lay defeated, Aaran stared at the sky while the rest celebrated. [Awaiting the gods’ response...] He clenched his fists, his heart pounding. A shred of hope flickered in his eyes, only to be extinguished like always. [The attained outcome was deemed unsatisfactory.] Aaran had seen the message for the twentieth time. He had become the gods’ plaything in their desire to witness the “perfect ending”. He regressed once again, but this time as a toddler and charm being the only stat he had. But something was amiss. The world he remembered had changed. Powers that did not exist before had taken hold of the world. Tired of following the traditional route, Aaran chose to fight darkness with darkness… as the gods’ chosen necromancer! *** Discord Link: https://discord.gg/bjetmPER5p

Ironbound delves into the brutal reality of a life bound by violence and the flicker of hope that even the most broken can rise. Set against a backdrop of a broken world, where the weak are discarded, For Kain, survival is only the beginning. And every chain can be broken, if the will is strong enough.

Hardworking Protagonist: Yes! Overpowered Growth: Yes! Mythical Creatures and World-Building: Yes! Vengeance-Driven Journey: Yes! Unique System Mechanics: Yes! =========================== Ryuk’s life in the forsaken Grade E city was bleak, but it truly shattered when a Knull raid took his last family and left him for dead. On the brink of despair: [System Activation Complete.] [Congratulations, Host has awakened the Draconic Pets Evolution System!] [Welcome host, to the path of domination.] Thrust into Endearth, a shattered mirror of Earth teeming with mythical creatures—vampires, werewolves, cosmic gods—and the unstoppable Knulls, Ryuk sets out on a journey of relentless growth, vengeance, and discovery. But power comes with a price, and the dual nature of his gift could either save humanity or destroy everything. This is a story of evolution, redemption, and defiance. Join Ryuk as he rises from nothing, building unshakable bonds with allies and carving his path in a world where strength is the only currency. --- A/N 1. Hardworking protagonist. Ryuk doesn’t rely solely on his system; he earns his power. 2. Overpowered potential. Growth takes effort, but Ryuk will become a force to be reckoned with. 3. No hiding strength. He plays smart, but when it’s time to fight, Ryuk doesn’t hold back. 4. Dark and morally complex. Ryuk is vengeful and will cross any line to protect what matters. 5. No harem. Relationships are meaningful, not shallow. 6. Lastly, if this novel stirs even the faintest flicker of interest in your soul, pour your undying devotion into it! Haha, just kidding… or am I? But seriously, please shower this story with power stones and drop some reviews. Your support fuels Ryuk’s journey (and keeps me caffeinated while writing). Thank you! ... Join the Discord for character arts and talk with the author: https://discord.gg/gTkMp93wxW

Zylah Everhart was born to rule. She is cold, ruthless, and unstoppable. But power isn't handed over; it's taken. And Orion Lancaster is the one man who can match her, challenge her... consume her. Their partnership is strategic. Their desire is dangerous. Addictive. And in a game where power is everything, falling for him might cost her it all. | • Excerpt • | I stood before him, bare except for the deep red lace clinging to my body. The low lighting of the room cast shadows over my skin, accentuating every dip, every curve. I tilted my head, watching him with amused patience. "Say it again," he finally said, voice low, rough. I smirked. "I'm giving you permission." Orion let out a slow exhale, his fingers flexing as if testing his own control. Then he shook his head, dark amusement flickering across his face. "You have no idea what you just started." My stomach tightened in anticipation, but I refused to look away. "Then show me." That was all it took. In the next second, Orion was on his feet, closing the distance between us with slow, deliberate steps. His size, his presence, swallowed me whole. "You're so fucking spoiled," he muttered, brushing his fingers over my jaw, tilting my face up. "You think you can tease me, play your little games, and walk away whenever you want?" My lips parted, a retort forming but I never got the chance to say it. Orion's fingers slid to my throat, applying just enough pressure to steal my breath. "Not this time, sweetheart." My heart slammed against my ribs. Holy shit. His grip wasn't tight enough to hurt- just enough to remind me that he was in control. And I liked it. "You're mine tonight," he murmured, his lips ghosting over mine. "And I decide when you walk away." WARNING: R18, EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT.

Ding! {You've awakened the Echo System.} Scarlett Jerkins' dream was simple: wealth and the freedom to indulge. But when she let love in, she regretted it as her life was brutally cut short by her husband's family, ending a six-month coma but fate had other plans. Scarlett's eyes flickered open to an unfamiliar world, guided by an enigmatic system that revealed her new reality: an apocalypse world where monsters born from history deceased roamed free. She discovered that she was among the chosen members chosen by the system destined to save humanity. But this newfound purpose felt like a curse. Having escaped death only to face it again was a cruel twist of fate. And to make matters worse, her life was now tied to Garvin Johnson, her former rude, spoilt brat boss, whom she must protect at all costs. As she navigates this treacherous realm, she must confronts twisted creatures born from history's deceased. With the three elements at her command, she must gather resources, slay monsters, and safeguard Garvin. Scarlett's drive for survival becomes a quest for redemption, fueled by her past traumas and newfound purpose. As stakes escalate, Scarlett and Garvin face impossible choices, forging alliances with other chosen members who were handsome men and confronting enemies in a desperate bid to ensure humanity's survival.

In a small, grimy town, there lived a man who never believed in himself—George Zaramov. Tall, young, and fragile, he shared a home with his younger brother and grandmother, the only family he had left after his parents were brutally murdered. Their deaths shattered his world, leaving him drowning in despair. Though burdened by failure, temptation, and hopelessness, a flicker of empathy for his own existence still remained. Hardworking and kind-hearted, George was a man of good character—yet he treated himself with none of the same kindness he showed to others.

【WSA Newbie 2025 Entry】 I'll eat dog shit... Don't kill me... The above lines were solely for drawing attention. I'm sorry if it ruined your time. In a world plagued by unleashed horrors from the depths of hell, Earth stands on the brink of annihilation. The devil himself has swung wide the gates of hell for the reclamation of the throne of heaven, allowing monsters and demons to roam freely, spreading chaos and destruction. But hope flickers in the horror of darkness as God's unleashed the hidden powers within people of the world and marked worthy chosen few with supreme power to rise against the encroaching evil who are known to the world as: Avernus Slayer. Among them is our protagonist, who, along with a fraction of humanity, was granted extraordinary abilities, divided into four categories based on their unique powers, which are classified as • Miraculars • Berserkbleeders • Whisperers • Antitheusars However, amidst this struggle of power, a secret remains buried. There is a hidden demigod among the chosen few, blessed by all four categories yet he or she stays neutral avoiding conflict as a supporter but to whom? Read to know the fate of humanity unfolding through letters.

Destruction and chaos spread on the once-vibrant Green Star, its surroundings plagued by the incessant noise of impending doom. An ominous darkness, akin to locusts, relentlessly devoured the land. "Why is this happening? Why?" A few melting figures glared at the impending doom of darkness above. A colossal shadow cast its veil over the Green Star, declaring an impending cataclysm. Above, a green pillar of light flickered intermittently, each appearance marking the vanishing of another source of life. Silence draped the star as both light and vitality were snuffed out. Everything became devoid of life, light, and silence spreading across the whole star along with darkness. Thousands of light years away, in the vast expanse of deep space, ripples distorted the fabric of the cosmos. A colossal shadow materialized, observing the distant spectacle of a supernova's explosive demise. Amidst cryptic symbols, a message emerged: "~~" "~~~" "~~~~~" Deciphering, "Not Found," "Erasure is Complete," "Proceeding to the next target."

In the Kingdom of August, where magic defines greatness, Cynus, a boy born with only a flicker of fire magic, dreams of becoming the strongest wizard. Mocked for his weakness but fueled by unshakable determination, he sets out on a journey to master the rare and powerful elemental flames. Along the way, Cynus forms bonds with allies chasing dreams of their own, challenging the limits of magic and destiny.

A heroic tale. A knight in shining armor. A mage who can obliterate the world with just a flick of a finger. A mysterious rogue that moves like a shadow. A goddess so stunning and wise, shining upon the world and giving humanity a flicker of hope in the darkest times. Yeah, you’re not getting that here. Instead, let me introduce you to my squad—ahem, I mean, the Hero's Backup Squad! The unsung, overworked, questionably competent crew that works behind the scenes to make sure the real "heroes" don’t trip over their own destiny and die before they actually save the world. Hah! Do you really think heroes always win? That they magically save the world, have crazy strong powers, never die before the final battle, and somehow pull off the impossible every time? Yeah. That’s because the gods upstairs hire others to make sure things don’t go off track. That’s what we do. The invisible fixers, the divine crisis management team, the ones patching up the hero’s dumb mistakes before it happen while they get all the glory. Not that I’m bitter about it. (Okay, maybe a little.) I’m supposed to give a proper introduction here, but honestly? I don’t, I—ugh. You know what? Just read it. You’ll see. Sincerely, Goddess Yuna Keeper of the Subdivision of Heroic Affairs (And Unpaid Babysitter of Questionable Recruits)

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] The taste of forbidden love is the sweetest agony!! They were fucking right. I, Frery Kane was whipped and captivated by a Lycan Shifter from the Bay Shifter pack in Paradise Bay. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, an irresistible pull I couldn’t deny. Alpha Tor Gale, a Lycan Shifter of unparalleled strength, only of his kind, his blood as intoxicating as ambrosia, his presence a temptation, I couldn’t escape. He made me crave more than I should or was allowed. In Paradise Bay, Vampires and Shifters are bound by ancient laws, their rivalry etched into the marrow of our existence. To meet him was to defy centuries of hatred; to love him was to risk everything. Each secret meeting was a dance with death, a betrayal of the Paradise Vampire Coven, and a rebellion against the laws that chained us. But Tor was my forbidden desire, my beautiful torment, and my greatest weakness. I knew the cost of this love, a love that could ignite war and destroy us both. But how could I resist the one thing that made my immortal heart beat once more? Excerpt from Alpha Tor's POV: “So you’ve been following me,” Tor’s deep growl echoed in the icy cavern. His golden eyes caught the flicker of torchlight. His breath misted in the freezing air, curling like smoke between them. “What gave me away?” I responded my voice as low, deep, and steady. Tor laughed a deep rumble that shook the cavern walls. “You reek of desperation. Do you think I didn’t notice your scent clinging to the trees? Are your footprints melting the frost? What is it, vampire? What do you want from me?” My jaw clenched and my gaze didn’t waver. “Your blood,” I taunted as my voice was laced with coldness to see if he could be threatened by my words. “Your kind is... intoxicating. Forbidden. I can’t stop myself.” I expected him to cover but he stepped forward and responded “If it’s my blood you want,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, “then come closer and take what you need” The words struck me like lightning, and a fiery heat surged through my veins. My beast clawed at my control, drawn to him in a way that defied logic. His gaze held mine, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t know whether to run or to stay. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ In the end, they called me a betrayer. A traitor to the Paradise Vampire Coven. But how could I hold back when I had tasted something far sweeter than immortality? Alpha Tor was my forbidden fruit, the Lycan Shifter Alpha who defied everything I was taught to hate. But when I surged forward, ready to face anyone who dared stand between us, fate revealed the old prophecy hidden in Hanka Island. Alpha Tor wasn’t just my lover, he was my lifetime mate, our bond blessed by the ancient magic of Hanka Island itself. And our love was not meant to follow the rules, it was meant to break them.

 The flickering neon sign of the Crimson Dragon casino reflected in the oily puddle at my feet, the smell of synth-noodles and desperation thick in the air. I flipped the platinum coin – not currency, but a memory chip containing Luna’s digitized consciousness – and caught it with a practiced flick of the wrist. Victor owed me more than just money; he owed me *her*. Tonight, I collect. And if the rumors about his new "bio-engineered enforcers" were true, tonight’s payment would be in blood. 

Esterio Caelan’s a visionary, a tech savant forging a device to hurl humanity into a perfect dawn. His mind’s a furnace of brilliance, his invention a heartbeat from revolution. But there’s a shadow in the static—a voice not his own, clawing at the edges of his sanity. The world’s warping fast: spires of bone and light stab the sky, runes pulse like wounds in the dark, and the air hums with menace. Something’s stirring. Something older than gods, sealed beyond the stars when angels still sang and demons bowed. Esterio’s creation isn’t salvation—it’s a lockpick for a cage that’s held since creation’s first scream. His allies see glory, deaf to the cracks splitting the earth, blind to the wings and horns flickering in the haze. He sees it now: every circuit he solders isn’t a step forward—it’s a drumbeat summoning a war between heaven, hell, and something worse. Gods whisper promises, angels sharpen their blades, demons lick the shadows—and Esterio’s the fulcrum. One spark left. He could crown humanity’s future—or crack reality wide open for a reign that predates light itself. Time’s bleeding out, and the choice is his.

'Hmmmm...so I just have to witness the skill being used to copy it...then I can evolve this skill ten times it's initial power?' Nox was skeptical as he looked at the screen flickering on his retina. I mean, how was something so insane even possible? Copying a skill itself was very bad-assed, and you mean to say he could evolved the copied Skill ten times it's initial power, exponentially surpassing the original owner? Why would the gods let such broken talent even exist? 'Well it's just one way to find out...' Luckily just then, he saw two powerfull beings fighting mid air. Their fight sent shockwaves billowing in all directions, causing Nox to take a couple of Steps back. At that moment, he activated his talent... [Mimicry activated!] [Target: Cosmic Entity Arkea - Successfully copied Skill "Gravity Manipulation"!] [Description: Gravity Manipulation Creates a localized gravity field, slowing enemies within a 5-meter radius by 20% for 5 seconds.] [Upgrading Gravity Manipulation 10x!] [Ding! You have Awaken Gravitational Singularity!] [Description: Gravitational Singularity Creates a singularity that pulls in enemies within a 20-meter radius, dealing 5,000 damage and stunning them for 5 seconds. Allies within the area gain a 30% damage boost for 10 seconds.] [Do you wish to keep this skill or bestow it to your Pet?] "No fucking way!" Nox exclaimed in shock. "I-its real!"

Humbra bleeds, devastated by an unrelenting race for survival against the Leirions—powerful monsters intoxicated by their bloodlust. Amidst this chaos, a young orphan, haunted by his brutal past, discovers he is the catalyst to a greater future—a future far darker than he could ever imagine. This is Leonard, a boy whose destiny entwines with ancient secrets, betrayals beyond reckoning, and a world-shattering rage. Humanity already struggles on the edge of the abyss. The light of hope has long been extinguished, ushering in the darkness and heralding echoes of lament... But from this despair, a new hope flickers: the Neumonds, wielders of powers that transcend life and death. Are they saviors... or harbingers of a final, devastating curse? Will Leonard save them all... or will his desire for vengeance end in a valiant death?

When you have felt the warmth of a mothers protective embrace. Along with living in a safe haven carved by your father's blood, sweat, and tears. Having those safe feelings torn away from you can cause one's will to crumble. The world starts to look more cruel, people start appear more scary, and chasing the mindless flicker of light becomes impossible. Once a safe feeling is ripped away only darkness is left. What would you do if you were presented with the same love and care in a world ridden with war. Where life is but a mere string that could break at any moment; where danger lurks in the places you least expect it to. What would you do to keep your loved ones safe and happy? Would you lay low and keep yourself hidden from the world and count your limited days—even though people would call you a coward and selfish? Or would you confront the dangers and be their protective shield—even though doing so would endanger your own life—and people would call you reckless? To be honest, there is no definite answer to these questions. Sometimes, you just have to go with the flow and shut down your brain to listen to your heart. In this world where war is everywhere, and peace is nothing but a fleeting dream. ––– Let's build a world with our imagination where our dreams can be realised! Let's build a world where reality is fiction and fiction is reality! ––– I don't own the cover pic, if you do, feel free to tell me, I'll remove it immediately. ––– All editing credits: Me and My friend Fox

Renji was nothing special. No wealth, no fame, no grand ambitions—just a 23-year-old gamer wasting his days in a cluttered apartment, escaping reality through the immersive world of Eternal Realms. In the game, he was powerful, respected, a leader—the elven king, commanding armies and shaping the fate of kingdoms. But outside the screen, he was just another nobody. That all changed the moment his world shattered. What started as a routine gaming session took a terrifying turn when his screen flickered, reality twisted, and an unnatural force yanked him from his chair. When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t in his apartment anymore. He was in a world of towering forests and ancient magic. He was wearing regal robes, a golden crown resting atop his head. And before him stood four elven women, their expressions filled with reverence and concern. They called him King. Memories not his own flooded his mind—battles, alliances, the weight of a kingdom’s future resting on his shoulders. It wasn’t just a game anymore. This was real. And the fate of the elven race now depended on him. But Renji wasn’t a hero. He wasn’t a warrior. He was just a gamer who had no idea how to rule a kingdom, let alone survive in a world teetering on the brink of war. But Just as he was pondering on it a mechanical voice sounded in his mind.

Ezra Veyne was just an ordinary reader. A fan of Chronicles of the Eternal Throne, a novel where fate is absolute, heroes rise, and villains fall. Then he died. And woke up as Calveros Nacht, the novel’s greatest villain—a warlord fated to die at the hands of the so-called hero, Aurelian Veris. At first, Ezra thinks he can use his knowledge of the story to survive. He has a status window, just like every noble in this world. His system is normal. Or at least, it should be. Then he notices it. A hidden stat that flickers in and out of existence. [Sanity: ???] A system warning that appears when no one else is watching. [Correction Pending…] And worst of all—Aurelian Veris isn’t acting like the hero he remembers. Their paths were never supposed to cross this early. The academy was never supposed to summon them for an emergency. And a student was never supposed to die before the story even began. Ezra thought he had time. Now, fate itself is breaking. The world isn’t just resisting his existence—it’s trying to erase him. But if he is going to be erased, he refuses to go down as a forgotten mistake. If the world wants a villain, he’ll give it one. Even if it means tearing reality apart with him.

-WSA 2025 Entry- The world is separated into three realms: Aegaryn, Terranis, and Abyssion. Terranis and Abyssion realms have been in disharmony as the Demon King of Abyssion aims to overthrow all the other realms. In the tackling of this and to help the humans of Terranis defend themselves from the demons, A street orphan becomes a sacrifice in a summoning ritual for an S-rank beast. But he is given a golden opportunity of a lifetime as he is transmigrated into a hyena. Guided by a mysterious system that helps him unlock his boundless potential, he evolves with each rank upgrade, a feat no one of his kind has ever known. His journey is one of transformation, both in form and spirit. Each evolution brings new powers and challenges as he is summoned into deadly wars, cruel betrayals, and battles that threaten the very balance of the realms. Along his journey, he meets a summoner whose kindness and ideals are a stark contrast to all the summoners that he had met previously. Unlike the others, she treated him differently. Gave him a name. Through her, he begins to question his path, torn between his primal instincts and the flickering remnants of his humanity. But as the Demon God stirs in the shadows, threatening to collapse the realms into chaos, he must rise to face his ultimate destiny. To protect those who matter, to shatter the chains of servitude, and to ascend to the pinnacle of power—Ash must embrace his boundless evolution and become a force unlike any the realms have ever seen. (the cover will be updated once in a while)

After getting stranded in heavy rain, Zixuan and her five friends seek shelter in a mysterious bus station—one they swear was never there before. The moment they step inside, the entrance vanishes, trapping them in an endless, shifting nightmare. Paranormal creatures hunt them, and each room demands a deadly sacrifice. One by one, her friends begin to disappear in horrifying ways. Just when Zixuan thinks it's over, she finds herself back at the station. A neon sign flickers overhead: "Start Over." Will their nightmare ever ends?

In a quantum-fused Shanghai of 2045, Lin Shen wakes to his 42nd life—a recursive prison of time he’s endured forty-one times before. Each loop begins the same: the hum of his smartwatch, the shimmer of Gu Li’s hologram smiling from a past he can’t reclaim, and the inevitable collapse at 10:47 AM when she dies—again. A brilliant physicist, Lin Shen has mapped every failure, every anomaly, chasing a single obsession: to save her and break the cycle. But this time, something shifts. A cryptic quantum signal from the Deep Space Intelligence Board pierces his lab, and Gu Li—his elusive partner—hints at a truth she shouldn’t know. As flickering lights and fractured data unravel the fabric of his reality, Lin Shen faces a chilling question: Is she the key to his freedom, or the architect of his eternal trap? In a race against a collapsing timeline, one scientist’s mind holds the universe’s most dangerous secret—and its only hope.

Amura Arrancar never believed in fate. As an orphan abandoned in the streets of Brixton, life had taught him one thing—hope was a lie. The world didn’t reward the strong or the smart. It simply crushed those who had nothing. And now, it was his turn to be erased. Cornered in a dead-end alley, blades gleaming under the dim glow of a streetlight, death was certain. If there was a God, He had long since turned His back. But then, time stopped. A message flickered before his eyes: "Player acknowledged. Do you wish to be the ECLIPSE of another world? Decline, and your heart will stop in 0.05 seconds." No explanation. No second chances. Just a choice that wasn’t a choice at all.

Purity a lowercase, clumsy, weak but determined angel suddenly volunteered to fight Abaddon, the 7th prince of hell who was pushed to earth to cause chaos on earth taking souls through deals Reborn but adopted into a family of riches and wealth faced bullying from her family but was favored by the head. Balancing her duties as an angel and the perfect granddaughter, It was purity’s job to take souls to heaven was it was time, both Abaddon and purity crossed paths couple of times but didn’t have any interaction. Roaming countries and countries for centuries Abaddon didn’t mind to purity until one night in an intense fight they were struck by lightning waking up they switched powers. ……………………………………… waking up to a burning sensation on her forehead purity whimpered, rubbing her head which just made the pain worse. looking around she wasn’t in her room, she was enveloped in an atmosphere of dark luxury.the air thick with leather and polished wood. candelabras with black candles cast flickering shadows on the walls adorned with intricate gold patterns. Massive, velvet- upholstered in deep burgundy and ebony wood chaise lounge dominated the space. A grand piano it’s ebony surface polished to mirror sheen sits silently in a corner. The bed which she layed on a grand king sized bed with black silk duvet and matching velvet pillows the wood on the head board was flawlessly carved with designs reminiscent of anique demon seal the bed positioned centrally purity jumped up seeing Abaddon staring at her with rage a halo atop his head his wings white but black in the very end and most importantly the cross tattoo on his wrist. “why are you with my halo?” purity stood on the bed attempting to take it but Abaddon threw her to the vanity table shattering the mirror “what did you do?!” Purity got up bleeding from her side she looked at herself in the shattered glass an upside down cross on her forehead her wings black, purity screamed “what did you do?!” she ran to punching his chest but Abaddon quickly raised her by the neck his grip tightening, purity couldn’t breathe the doors burst open Abaddon immediately dropped purity who gasped for air before looking up her voice still chocked “I can explain”

[WSA 2025 Entry] [Congratulations! Sage Candidate, your Firm Steps have evolved into [Earth Steps] Rune] [Congratulations! Sage Candidate, your Limitless Tyranny evolved into [Tyrant Sword] Rune] Leon, a broken man who dies after losing everything to an incurable disease. From the ashes of despair, a black flicker of light ignites a life in another world. A world of Warriors, Exorcists and Sages. Demons and Ghost ran rampant in this world. Leon soon found that he was surrounded by them in his daily life. And what's even worse is that he must face the eight trials of hell in another world to awaken the eight Main Runes of Chakra while confronting his flaws. [Slave]: The humblest of slaves, bound to servitude. To rise as an Emperor, you must first live and understand the life of a slave. [Farmer]: The most ordinary of farmers. To sow seeds of greatness, you must toil in the fields. [Con-Artist]: In 1990s Europe, walk the path of deception and live a lifetime as a con-artist. [Librarian]: ... This is the story written in blood, a path to insanity or Godhood? (Story starts off slow but it will pick up pace after 20 ch, also there are plot twist after plot twist so buckle your seatbelt and get ready for a wild ride.) Note: No NTR, No Yuri, No BL . Reddit link: https://www.reddit.com/r/Tyrant_Emperor/s/3p8Z8f4xhB Discord link: https://discord.gg/Z8K6w3xK7m

The past week had felt like a lifetime of dodging my own feelings. As I sat at the head of the table, I felt the dam about to break, then the door swung open, and my heart lurched. Chris stood there, a storm cloud personified. His expression was unreadable, but one thing was clear: he wasn't smiling. My staffs exchanged glances, their gazes then focusing on me. "Eve," Chris's voice was low. "We need to talk." The room went silent, thick with nervous energy. The unspoken question hung in the air. "Chris," I said, my voice calm despite my pounding heart, "can this wait? We're in the middle of an important meeting." I wanted him to leave, to deal with this later, on my terms. "No, it can't," he said, stepping into the room. His anger simmered beneath the surface, but there was a visible vulnerability that made my own heart ache. "Please excuse us," I told my staffs, who hurriedly packed and left us alone. "You just left. You left after that night with just empty words on a piece of paper and then went out of the country for a whole week, Eve. A whole week." I was surprised to see him so vulnerable, so angry. It was the first time. It was obvious he was hurt, and I knew I was wrong. He stalked towards me, like a predator, and as he got closer, the anger seemed to flicker, replaced by a different intensity. He stopped in front of me, and then, without warning, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight, desperate embrace. My breath hitched. I went stiff for a moment, surprised by the contact. Then, almost instantly, my arms went around him, clinging to his strong frame. A mix of emotions flooded me: surprise, relief, and an overwhelming need to simply hold him. I breathed in his familiar scent, a comforting aroma that had been haunting my senses for the last week. He held me tightly, as if afraid I'd vanish if he let go, and I didn't resist. I had dreamed of this. He pulled back, his hands on my shoulders, his gaze searching mine with an intensity that made my heart flutter. The anger lingered, but it was mixed with something else. Something softer. "I missed you terribly," he whispered, the words barely audible, but they resonated through me. ------ Eve, a fashion powerhouse ruling the world's runways, needs a fake boyfriend and fast, to appease her matchmaking mother.   Christopher, a charming, secretive, and dangerously attractive heir to the biggest conglomerate in the country. needs a distraction from his father's unwanted marriage plans. Their solution? A temporary romance brokered through a "rent-a-partner" app. What starts as a mutually beneficial arrangement quickly evolves into a sizzling romance, throw in a jealous childhood crush, a clash of powerful families, and a whirlwind of hilarious misunderstandings, and you've got a recipe for a romance that's as unexpected as it is unforgettable. Will their carefully constructed facade withstand the pressure, or will their fake relationship crumble under the weight of their undeniable, and quite unexpected, love?

Elias Carter wakes in a hospital bed, his body weak, his mind blank. No memories of how he got there. No nurses. No doctors. No sound except the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor. When he stumbles into the hallway, an unsettling emptiness greets him—patient rooms undisturbed, machines still running, but no signs of life. The world outside is no different. The city stands frozen, its neon signs flickering for no one, its streets deserted. The last date he remembers is 2046, yet the clock says March 15, 2047. A newspaper headline shatters what little control he has left: "MASS EVACUATION: WHERE DID THEY GO?" Everyone is gone. But why? How? And more importantly—why is he still here? As Elias ventures deeper into the silent world, he will uncover horrifying truths, impossible realities, and a mystery that could change everything. Because somewhere in the emptiness… something is watching. And it's waiting.

Betrayed by the very government he loyally served, former X-soldier Ryver was tightly monitored in case he went off the rails. There was no way he could escape, with his last family at the clutches of the government. When he thought all hope was lost, a strange message popped into his head. [Ding! Earth will now experience its third evolution] [Welcome to the apocalypse, Contestant #1,324,888!] [Cellular Diagnostics Completed] [Talent System Function Triggered] [You have awakened an SSS+ level Talent: 10,000x Reward On Murder!} “This is my chance!” Ryver clenched his fist tightly. The dimly lit room flickered and a shadow of an evil smile spread across his lips and his eyes, they glintied with pure madness. … [Ding! You murdered Donald Fletch because he had looked you the wrong way. ] [You looted Yoga Fitness Guidelines.] [Ding! Talent activated! 10,000x Reward! Scripture Of Nine Revolving Sun received!] Ding! You murdered Martins Palson because he had faint killing intent towards you. ] [You looted an assistive-type Nanite.] [Ding! Talent triggered! 10,000x critical Reward! Mythic Item - Void Symbiote received]! With such powers, Ryver's insane path to revenge began!

Clara Wilson the heiress to Diamond Group got engaged to the love of her life Isaac Hartford the heir to Starlight Group, due to an unforeseen betrayal, Clara Wilson on the brink of death on the night of full moon, Alpha and his pack hunting for prey, rescues Clara and turned her to a werewolf through an Alpha's bite. will she survive from the Alpha's bite? Excerpts: The ambient sound of waves gently lapping against the hull, coupled with the distant hum of the ship's engines, only amplifies her thoughts. She forces a smile, raising her glass in a toast, masking her emotions with practiced ease. The couple clinks their glasses with hers, their happiness an unspoken contrast to the quiet yearning in her heart. "I'll go inside the suite and rest now you guys enjoy." She said making her way to the suite. "Babe I need to get something inside the suite." Isaac said. "Alright don't keep me here waiting, I can't do without seeing you for a second." "Really that's my girl." He said, kisses her forehead and left. Isaac didn't go to their suite but he went to Jacqueline's suite he pushed opened the door. "Did I scare you?" He asked. "Why didn't you knock on the door before coming in what if I'm undressing." "Sighed softly it's not like this is the first time I'm seeing you undressed should I get rid of your night gown." He said kissing her collar bone. She didn't reject his offer, wrapped her arms around his neck he kissed her thin lips vigorously. Few minutes passed Isaac had not returned yet, she decided to go and check on him, she checked their suite he was not there, she headed to Jacqueline's suite to ask her If she had seen Isaac. She opened the door to Jacqueline's suite and then, her eyes flickered tears rapidly streamed down her face a pang of shame stabbed at her watching her best friend and the love of her life together on bed exchanging intimacies. "Isaac....you! How could you do this to me? What are you two doing together on bed?" Both of them stared at her without any sigh of remorsefulness. "It's just like what you're seeing right now" She moved closer to the bed drags the sheet off Jacqueline exposing her nakedness grabbed her brown hair hitting her head against the cluttered table beside the bed. Jacqueline stretches her hand reaching for the wine she held it and hits Clara's head with the wine bottle, the glass shattered against Clara's head. The sharp crack echoed in the tense silence and crimson blood began to seep, dripping onto the plush carpet and pooling under the shards of broken glass, Clara fainted. The room descended into chaos, the once romantic moments now marred by betrayal and violence. "Oh my goodness what have you done Jacqueline." "Is she dead?" She asked curiously in fear. "What are we going to do now?" "I don't think she is dead yet she fainted probably." He said.  "I know what to do." He carried her heading to the edge of the ship Jacqueline followed him , Isaac pulled off his shirt soaked with blood used it to clean the blood stain on his hand and neck. He folded the shirt and throws it into the sea. Jacqueline standing at the edge of the ship bitting her fingers  panicked about the situation. "Please don't kill me, help me I promise not to cause any trouble for both of you, I will forgive and pretend nothing happened here." Clara muttered in pain. "So you're finally awake"

Ash Mercier has always been good at understanding people what they want, what they fear, what makes them tick. It’s not magic. Just observation, pattern recognition, a skill sharpened over years of watching the world with cold, detached clarity. He thought he had life figured out. Until one night, something shifts. It starts small. A street that feels too quiet. A flickering light that shouldn’t matter. A strange feeling he can’t shake. Coincidence. Imagination. That’s what he tells himself. But the moments keep piling up. The city around him feels… wrong. The people, the places things he’s known his whole life suddenly feel unfamiliar, like a script he’s no longer following. Ash has spent his life reading people apart, staying in control, always one step ahead. But now, for the first time, he’s starting to wonder has he ever truly been in control at all?